Life was always unsafe
When you went camping and people got norovirus
When you went to a convention where the flu was spreading
When you ate burgers and fries every other day
You weren’t worried about dying then
What has changed?
Is it the news, that you can’t seem to get away from?
Is it the statistics and the word pandemic?
Is it the constant reminder when you see people in masks?
When we finally get the promised vaccine, the herd immunity,
When strangers can be together without fearing the others’ droplets of breath
When we no longer worry about the healthcare system collapsing
Will we ourselves be changed?
Anyone you meet could be contagious with anything
Life will always be unsafe, because
every life, some day,
Last year in the middle of lockdown I decided to take up a new hobby, crocheting edges on fleece blankets.
I collected fleece, acrylic yarn, and one of those circular blades that cuts tiny holes in the edges of fleece, watched some instructional videos, chose my crochet edge pattern, and made the blanket pictured.
Then in August I hurt my wrist, then in October, my other wrist, and literally haven’t touched a yarn project since.
I think I may be on the mend, and hope to start playing with yarn again soon.
Did you take up any new hobbies during COVID-19?
Thoughts about Craving, in the Shape of a Poem
It was easy before
to give in to cravings.
Just go to the coffee shop,
the store, the sushi place.
Order in, take out, delivery.
Quick service, next day shipping.
Now it takes me two weeks
just to get my hands on a chocolate bar.
And the only reason
coffee isn’t sold out in stores
is because people like to drink it fresh
so hoarding makes no sense.
to make do.
Looking at the stats
is like taking on a new
brings a light rain of flowers
no longer trampled
by the tread of relentless feet
of people who must relearn
how to get off the wheel
and find themselves
free to bloom
Let’s see if I can write a poem
in the middle of chaos.
Yelling in the background,
A call from some random person
thinking the place I work
has a needle exchange.
from various news outlets
of President Toddler’s
and the latest death toll.
Daughter talking nonstop
about a violent anime
to fill the silence of days.
Masked paranoia — shopping
Is no longer fun
Non-existent — Stay that way
The streets are now mine!
“Drive less or die,” says
The Virus. Cruel irony
is Earth’s best revenge.
Soap mixed with water
Scrub until bubbles appear
Wash away virus